Freeze Your Bones: A stock maker's postscript

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Back in the mists of time, when I was a lithe bachelor, living downtown in a slick, split-level apartment with a pool on the roof, and a doorman for gossip, I would save all of my chicken bones, and lob them into a massive Ziploc bag in the freezer.

At the point when there was no room for more bones, I would saunter on down to the supermarket, load up on some celery, carrot, and everything else mentioned in my superb, fool proof turkey stock recipe, and bubble up some stock for posterity.

Oh, the times we had! Did I mention the pool on the roof? My mate, Dave, lived next door, and The CHEF's restaurant was within stumbling distance of the front door. Dangerous days!

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